the latest non-creative victims of my drunken rampages:
trickers boots, thanks sf groupthink and stp, but i'm pretty sure these are going to be incredibly fly for my burgeoning summer wardrobe
a bunch of shit from gilt, which i really, really really really need to remove myslef from, because clicking a button is wayyyyy too easy when you're scotch'd up
ervell sweater (sup jet)
generic man oxfords (hmm)
some stupid fucking candles for no reason at all.
then I sent a tongue-in-cheek email to forward forward complaining about a pair of pants, and asking if i should instead address my complaints to "mr. van assche's associated peeps." wonder how that will go.
goooodd damn i am bored